Really young master, he came to the pride gate

After returning to the ward, Grandma Huo was still asleep, and Uncle Li was by her side.

Huo Chiyan arranged for two more nurses to take care of them together.

After the arrangements were made, he raised his eyes and glanced at Song Fanyin, "Go back first, and come back tomorrow."

Grandma Huo is a chronic disease, there will be no problems for a while, no matter how many people she guards, it will not help.

Song Fanyin nodded lazily, stood up, and walked out the door.

At the entrance of the hospital, Huo Chiyan stretched out his palm, took his hand, and told Secretary Wang, "Go back to Yueyuan."

Song Fanyin subconsciously wanted to earn money, but Huo Chiyan grabbed him firmly.An impatience flashed between his brows, and he looked at him lightly.

Huo Chiyan pursed his lips slightly, and dragged him into the car, "Accompany me first today."

Song Fanyin paused after struggling, and took a careful look at Huo Chiyan. Seeing the seriousness between his cold brows, his heart softened a little.

In the past three years of marriage, he knew how deep the relationship between Huo Chiyan and Grandma Huo was.As for Grandma Huo's illness, one can imagine how worried Huo Chiyan was.

Seeing that Song Fanyin no longer refused, Huo Chiyan's eyes were slightly warm, and he opened the car door.

Song Fanyin sat up, and just as he sat down, his hand was held again.

A look of impatience flashed between his brows, and he raised his eyelids coldly, "Still holding on? Are you a kindergartener?"

Even kindergarteners don't hold hands with people all the time.

A smile flashed across Huo Chiyan's eyes, and his thumb rubbed against the skin on the back of Song Fanyin's hand.

"Just catch it for a while." After a pause, "Thank you today."

With Song Fanyin here, grandma was in a good mood, and he felt relieved a lot.

Song Fanyin sneered, "It's strange that Mr. Huo would thank you."

Huo Chiyan glanced at him coldly, "Strange? Then how many times should I say it?"

Song Fanyin: "..."

Oh, he forgot, Huo Chiyan is very shameless now.

Ten minutes later, the car parked in Yueyuan's garage.

The two got out of the car.

The butler Zhongbo and Zhongma greeted them, and when they saw the two, they smiled and said: "Master, madam, you are back."

Huo Chiyan nodded lightly, asked Secretary Wang to hand over the luggage to Uncle Zhong, and led Song Fanyin to the house.

"Is there any food at home?"

There are quite a few servants in Yueyuan. Besides Uncle Zhong and Mother Zhong, there is also a cook, a driver, and two servants who clean the house.

Uncle Zhong rubbed his hands, and said apologetically, "The chef is off work, so I didn't stay at home. What do you want to eat, young master, I'll let Ah Xiang do it."

Ah Xiang is the boudoir name of a loyal mother.

Huo Chiyan paused for a moment, then looked up at Song Fanyin.

He hadn't eaten since yesterday's lunch at Carl's, which would give him a dull stomach ache from hunger.

I want to eat oil-splashed noodles, scallion pancakes, and Longjing shrimp.

Song Fanyin pretended not to see it, pulled his hand back, and yawned, "I won't eat, I'm going to sleep."

Huo Chiyan winked at Uncle Zhong, motioning him to back down, and then grabbed Song Fanyin's arm.

"I'm hungry."

The tone was inexplicable, with a bit of grievance.

Song Fanyin thought it was funny, and took his phone out of his pocket, "I'll order takeaway for you, what do you want to eat? Dicos, KFC, or McDonald's?"

Huo Chi said: "..."

Is there a difference between these three?

He pursed the corner of his lower lip, and ordered food unceremoniously, "I want to eat your scallion pancakes and Longjing shrimp."

Song Fanyin chuckled, looked directly at Huo Chiyan, and then slowly approached, his phoenix eyes burning brightly.

"You're thinking about farting."

The delicate and deceptively beautiful face suddenly magnified in front of his eyes, Huo Chiyan's breathing stopped for a moment, and he couldn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

Song Fanyin broke away from his hand and backed away. His pale crimson lips curled up, and he said lazily, "I said Mr. Huo, you're thinking of farting."

Huo Chi said: "..."

He pursed his thin lips in displeasure.

Song Fanyin lazily walked upstairs, waved his hands casually, "Mr. Huo, do as you please, I'll go back to the room first."

Huo Chiyan sat down on the sofa with a sullen face, was silent for a while, then called Uncle Zhong out and gave him instructions.

"Go upstairs and call your wife down, saying that I have a stomachache."

Uncle Zhong looked nervous, "Stomach ache? Is it serious? I'll go get the medicine." He said, and blamed him: "Master, you must have not eaten well recently. If the old lady knew about it, she would definitely feel bad again."

Huo Chiyan listened to his nagging with a headache, "No need to take medicine, go and call Song Fanyin down for me."

Uncle Zhong asked questions all over his head, "Master, why are you calling Madam? He doesn't know where the medicine is kept. Why don't I just get you the medicine?"

His young master is really weird, and isn't the young master and his wife divorced?What did the young master bring his wife back for?

No, now this house belongs to Madam, the one who shouldn't come back should be Young Master.

Huo Chiyan's veins twitched on his forehead, "Don't worry about it, you go and call him." After a pause, "Just say that my stomach hurts and I'm about to pass out."

Uncle Zhong was startled, "Master, are you going to faint? God, it's too serious. I'm going to call the doctor. No, I should call 120."

Huo Chi said: "..."

He struggled to suppress his anger, "There's no need to call a doctor or 120, just ask Song Fan to drink it, he can cook."

Uncle Zhong: "???"

He looked at Huo Chiyan as if he was insane, "Master, are you confused by pain? How can Madam know how to cook?"

After being married for three years, the wife has never even been in the kitchen, maybe she can't even turn on the gas stove, so how can she cook.

Huo Chi said: "..."

He rubbed his forehead feebly, his voice turned cold, "Call him!"

Uncle Zhong trembled all over, he didn't dare to ask any more questions, and went upstairs full of questions.

Song Fanyin was packing his things in the room, and when he heard that Huo Chiyan was about to faint from the pain, he raised his eyebrows.

"That's called a doctor, what do you want me to do?"

Uncle Zhong nodded vigorously in sympathy, "Ma'am, I said the same thing, but the young master doesn't know what's wrong, so he insists on telling you to go down. Why don't you go and have a look."

Song Fanyin was so irritable that he hung his clothes back in the closet, walked out, thought of something, and turned his head to command Uncle Zhong.

"Uncle Zhong, ask Zhong Ma to come up and clear out all Huo Chiyan's things."

Uncle Zhong said, "Get out? Where are you going?"

Is the madam going to drive the young master out of the house?

Song Fanyin nodded, then paused, "Clean first and go to the second bedroom."

It's not realistic to drive Huo Chiyan out immediately, let him stay in the second bedroom first, so as not to deliberately turn off the lights in the room like the day before yesterday in the hotel.

Uncle Zhong touched his forehead, and let out an ooh.

Song Fanyin went downstairs.

Huo Chiyan was half lying on the sofa, his eyes were closed, his arms were placed across his forehead, and his thick black eyebrows were tightly knit, looking very uncomfortable.

Hearing the movement, he slightly opened his eyes and closed them again.

Song Fanyin walked over and sat on the sofa opposite him, "What do you want me to do?"

Huo Chiyan moved his eyelids, but he didn't open them, his voice was low, "I didn't call you, it's because my stomach hurts, Uncle Zhong decided to call you downstairs."

Song Fanyin laughed, "That's fine, then I'll go back to my room."

Huo is really funny, play dumb for him.

Huo Chiyan pursed his lips, feeling extremely bored, and said yesterday, "I want to eat scallion pancakes."

Song Fanyin: "..."

He really didn't give up.